Sandbox World
The Imperial Palace in the capital of the Fifth Dynasty
Alanna, the empress who ruled the dynasty, lay in bed.
Outside, a crowd of officials prostrated themselves on the ground. Clearly, this legendary empress was nearing the end of her life, and she was making her final arrangements.
"After I die, let my third child take my place."
A mature, steady middle-aged man below bowed deeply.
"Your son obeys, Mother."
She waved a weary hand, and everyone tactfully withdrew.
She had never taken a partner in her life. All these children were adopted, for someone's figure had always occupied her heart-the person who had taught her everything. But it seemed she would never see that person again.
After everyone left, she let out a faint sigh and spoke softly.
"Come out."
A shadow appeared inside the palace, gazing darkly at the sovereign whose grace had once been unrivaled.
Alanna sighed again.
"Did the Church send you?"
The figure said nothing, merely drawing closer to the old woman.
Looking at the utterly frail woman, the figure swung a blade down.
Clang!!!
The sound of clashing weapons rang out.
The figure's pupils shook at the sight of the empress, her youth restored.
The girl was only sixteen. After casually cutting the figure down with a single stroke, she smiled in acceptance.
"This isn't a bad way to end things. At least I won't die in bed."
With that, she stepped through the palace doors in her splendid robes, sword in hand.
Nation's Number One Devoted Lover was discussing the operation with several High Priests.
Fire High Priest covered their mouth and chuckled.
"Our agent has already infiltrated the palace. It seems we can celebrate His Majesty's return early."
Deep Affection merely chuckled, offering no denial.
But a casual glance